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He was so little... He didn't understand what adoption meant. All he knew was that every time the shelter door opened, something wonderful seemed to happen. So when he saw a family walking another puppy toward the exit, his tiny tail started wagging as fast as it could. He stood on his little paws, stretching as high as he could against the kennel gate, trying so hard to keep up. He thought they were taking him too. He followed them from one end of the kennel to the other until there were no more bars left to run beside. Then the door closed. The hallway went quiet. His tail stopped wagging. He sat there staring at the empty doorway, waiting... hoping it would open again just for him. It never did. Some puppies don't cry because they're weak. They cry because their hearts are still full of hope. If you ever visit a shelter, don't just look at the loudest puppy. Look for the little one quietly waiting by the gate... believing that today might finally be the day someone says, "You're coming home."

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The main bronze door of Milan Cathedral weighs 37 tons and took a single sculptor 10 years to complete. The Duomo of Milan is one of the largest and most intricate cathedrals on earth, and its five bronze doors were built to be worthy of it. Every inch of the great central door is covered in sculpted bronze, dozens of scenes from the life of the Virgin Mary, faces caught mid-emotion, figures that seem to press forward out of the metal as if trying to step into the world... It was designed by the sculptor Ludovico Pogliaghi, who received the commission in the 1880s and did not see his door installed until 1906, having poured a decade of his life into modelling every figure by hand. And his was just the beginning. The five doors of the cathedral were not made together, or even in the same lifetime. They were created across nearly seventy years, by a succession of different sculptors, each carving their panels with the same obsessive care. The final door was not completed until 1965, its unveiling taken as the symbolic close of a cathedral that had been under construction, in one form or another, for 579 years... More than a century ago, the English polymath John Ruskin tried to put into words what it means to build something like this. He managed it in a single sentence. "When we build," he wrote, "let us think that we build for ever."

The main bronze door of Milan Cathedral weighs 37 tons and took a single sculptor 10 years to complete. The Duomo of Milan is one of the largest and most intricate cathedrals on earth, and its five bronze doors were built to be worthy of it. Every inch of the great central door is covered in sculpted bronze, dozens of scenes from the life of the Virgin Mary, faces caught mid-emotion, figures that seem to press forward out of the metal as if trying to step into the world... It was designed by the sculptor Ludovico Pogliaghi, who received the commission in the 1880s and did not see his door installed until 1906, having poured a decade of his life into modelling every figure by hand. And his was just the beginning. The five doors of the cathedral were not made together, or even in the same lifetime. They were created across nearly seventy years, by a succession of different sculptors, each carving their panels with the same obsessive care. The final door was not completed until 1965, its unveiling taken as the symbolic close of a cathedral that had been under construction, in one form or another, for 579 years... More than a century ago, the English polymath John Ruskin tried to put into words what it means to build something like this. He managed it in a single sentence. "When we build," he wrote, "let us think that we build for ever."

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Imagine this. Putting your child’s image and health background up on to a public website along with around 80 other children in similar situations in a fight to get funding allocated to help ease their pain, and get them the treatment each and every one of them deserve. Imagine the relief you felt when the €19million was approved and you finally felt like things would improve. Imagine then, finding out that Children's Health Ireland decided your children weren’t worth it. Despite that group of children and parents fighting to get the money, they decided they would just spend it as they see fit. After all this time we finally have proof that our children are being neglected by the state. Our children are seen as less deserving and less important. Imagine when these children grow up-to then learn that this is why they were in so much pain through childhood. Then @DonnellyStephen actually trying to say he didn’t know, it’s such an absolute slap in the face. The very bloody least he could do for these kids now is hold his hands up, and admit he has failed them. Admit he turned a blind eye until it was brought to public attention. Shame on each and every single person that had a hand in this. Absolutely vile human beings. #OwnYourBloodyMistakes #backus #scoliosis Spina Bifida & Hydrocephalus Paeds Advocacy#backus The Scoliosis Advocacy Network #BackUs Úna Keightley Dr Tom Clonan CM Haughey Solicitors Ruth Coppinger

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Gillian Sherratt

129,082 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

Our son's teacher used to call us weekly with complaints. Last Friday during his parent/teacher check-in, she asked what we did to transform him. The answer: Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ). It all started with him not being able to burn his additional energy. Our kid was and still is hyperactive, couldn't fall asleep before 12am/1am, fidgeted through every school lesson, constantly snappy with us and his teachers. Some of our friends were calling him the duracell bunny (in reference to the battery ad) and we were genuinely worried this was just who he was. We tried a few different sports as our idea was that he didn't have any activity that involved burning his energy. Football, swimming, running him around the park until dark. He'd come home exhausted but his mind would still be racing at bedtime. The energy was there, but nothing seemed to actually settle him. My brother has been training and coaching kids BJJ since he was young. He kept telling us to bring our son. Tbh, we were skeptical - how would a combat sport help a kid who already couldn't sit still? But we were desperate as school was getting worse and the nightly battles were exhausting everyone. So at 5 years old, we signed him up. The first 6 months, he started falling asleep faster and not just because he was tired (he'd been tired before), but because BJJ teaches you to control your body and your mind simultaneously. He was learning to actually settle himself. The 11pm bedtime battles turned into peaceful 9pm nights. But what really caught us off guard was the respect. Every single class - bow when you enter/when you leave, wait your turn, shake hands with your opponent, listen to your coach. It gets drilled in through pure repetition. Not lectures, not punishment..just practice. 100 times per class, every class, for years. His teachers also noticed the change. He could finally sit through lessons, pay attention, actually remember what was discussed. Homework became manageable because he'd developed the patience to learn. He was less snappy and more willing to listen. The hardest part were in the first couple of years as he wanted to quit constantly. The usual kids reasons - i'm tired of BJJ, I don't want to train anymore etc. There were nights we genuinely questioned if we were pushing him too hard, if we were doing the right thing. But we kept him going. My brother being his coach helped, but honestly it was just us trusting that something would click eventually. And then in year 4, it did. He found his training partner, made real friends at the gym. Suddenly he was asking when his next class was. Going to support his teammates at competitions even when he wasn't competing himself. This year, the transformation was complete. His teacher went from calling us weekly to pulling us aside asking what we did. The fidgety, unfocused kid who couldn't sit still was competing in tournaments, winning medals, excelling at school, and genuinely looking forward to training. Here's what we got wrong for years: we kept trying to calm him down. Turns out, he didn't need calming.. he needed somewhere to put that energy. Other sports just tired him out. BJJ gave him an outlet that required both physical exhaustion and mental focus. And here's the thing few people talk about: BJJ is teaching him to lose. Not avoid failure but to face it. He still gets frustrated sometimes, still has moments where the tears come after a tough roll or a competition loss. But he's getting better at it. He processes it faster now, gets back up quicker. Most kids' activities try to avoid failure or sugarcoat it. BJJ makes you face it every single class and there's no hiding from it. That resilience is slowly building, and it's showing up everywhere. Homework frustrations don't spiral like they used to. Mistakes are becoming learning opportunities instead of total meltdowns. And he's even getting better at maths due to his concentration levels improving. If your kid can't sit still, can't focus, struggles with sleep, and school is calling home weekly do give BJJ a shot before assuming it's just who they are. Not for the discipline but for the outlet. The discipline comes later. Here's my son at his last competition. That's the kid who couldn't sit still for 5 minutes.

Our son's teacher used to call us weekly with complaints. Last Friday during his parent/teacher check-in, she asked what we did to transform him. The answer: Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ). It all started with him not being able to burn his additional energy. Our kid was and still is hyperactive, couldn't fall asleep before 12am/1am, fidgeted through every school lesson, constantly snappy with us and his teachers. Some of our friends were calling him the duracell bunny (in reference to the battery ad) and we were genuinely worried this was just who he was. We tried a few different sports as our idea was that he didn't have any activity that involved burning his energy. Football, swimming, running him around the park until dark. He'd come home exhausted but his mind would still be racing at bedtime. The energy was there, but nothing seemed to actually settle him. My brother has been training and coaching kids BJJ since he was young. He kept telling us to bring our son. Tbh, we were skeptical - how would a combat sport help a kid who already couldn't sit still? But we were desperate as school was getting worse and the nightly battles were exhausting everyone. So at 5 years old, we signed him up. The first 6 months, he started falling asleep faster and not just because he was tired (he'd been tired before), but because BJJ teaches you to control your body and your mind simultaneously. He was learning to actually settle himself. The 11pm bedtime battles turned into peaceful 9pm nights. But what really caught us off guard was the respect. Every single class - bow when you enter/when you leave, wait your turn, shake hands with your opponent, listen to your coach. It gets drilled in through pure repetition. Not lectures, not punishment..just practice. 100 times per class, every class, for years. His teachers also noticed the change. He could finally sit through lessons, pay attention, actually remember what was discussed. Homework became manageable because he'd developed the patience to learn. He was less snappy and more willing to listen. The hardest part were in the first couple of years as he wanted to quit constantly. The usual kids reasons - i'm tired of BJJ, I don't want to train anymore etc. There were nights we genuinely questioned if we were pushing him too hard, if we were doing the right thing. But we kept him going. My brother being his coach helped, but honestly it was just us trusting that something would click eventually. And then in year 4, it did. He found his training partner, made real friends at the gym. Suddenly he was asking when his next class was. Going to support his teammates at competitions even when he wasn't competing himself. This year, the transformation was complete. His teacher went from calling us weekly to pulling us aside asking what we did. The fidgety, unfocused kid who couldn't sit still was competing in tournaments, winning medals, excelling at school, and genuinely looking forward to training. Here's what we got wrong for years: we kept trying to calm him down. Turns out, he didn't need calming.. he needed somewhere to put that energy. Other sports just tired him out. BJJ gave him an outlet that required both physical exhaustion and mental focus. And here's the thing few people talk about: BJJ is teaching him to lose. Not avoid failure but to face it. He still gets frustrated sometimes, still has moments where the tears come after a tough roll or a competition loss. But he's getting better at it. He processes it faster now, gets back up quicker. Most kids' activities try to avoid failure or sugarcoat it. BJJ makes you face it every single class and there's no hiding from it. That resilience is slowly building, and it's showing up everywhere. Homework frustrations don't spiral like they used to. Mistakes are becoming learning opportunities instead of total meltdowns. And he's even getting better at maths due to his concentration levels improving. If your kid can't sit still, can't focus, struggles with sleep, and school is calling home weekly do give BJJ a shot before assuming it's just who they are. Not for the discipline but for the outlet. The discipline comes later. Here's my son at his last competition. That's the kid who couldn't sit still for 5 minutes.

Tim

373,208 Aufrufe • vor 8 Monaten

OP : In Chembur, me and 4 of my friends/siblings had gone out to eat burgers when a drunk man in his 50s-60s, standing on the road smoking, suddenly started yelling at me repeatedly, “चल गाड़ी पर बैठ आ जा.” When I asked if he was talking to me, he said yes. My brother confronted him for speaking to a girl like that, after which the man started threatening and yelling at me saying things like “शानी बन रही है क्या?” and "तुझे दिखाता हूँ." He then ran away leaving his scooty behind, and we stayed there waiting for him to return. Around 15 minutes later, he came back with his wife and completely changed the story, claiming I approached him first. While we were arguing, a local man called people from the area and suddenly 20-25 people gathered around us. Things escalated quickly - my sister was physically pushed, my brothers were beaten, slapped and attacked, and when I tried stopping them, even I got pushed and hit. Elderly women from the crowd started slapping me too. Stones were thrown at us and huge rocks shattered our car's front glass completely. We were just 5-6 people against an entire mob. When we called the police expecting help, they immediately started yelling at us to sit in the police van without even hearing our side. Later we found out the local man involved was apparently known to the police. At the station, instead of taking the harassment and assault seriously, we were mocked, interrupted, yelled at, and treated like criminals. One officer kept staring at my chest while I was trying to explain what happened, and one of my friends was even slapped by a cop for speaking against the local man they were favouring. By the end of it, we were so traumatised, exhausted and emotionally drained that we gave up on filing the complaint altogether. So the question is - is this how safe women are in Mumbai? If girls can get verbally/ sexually harassed, physically attacked, and then mocked at police stations too, who are common people supposed to go for help?

OP : In Chembur, me and 4 of my friends/siblings had gone out to eat burgers when a drunk man in his 50s-60s, standing on the road smoking, suddenly started yelling at me repeatedly, “चल गाड़ी पर बैठ आ जा.” When I asked if he was talking to me, he said yes. My brother confronted him for speaking to a girl like that, after which the man started threatening and yelling at me saying things like “शानी बन रही है क्या?” and "तुझे दिखाता हूँ." He then ran away leaving his scooty behind, and we stayed there waiting for him to return. Around 15 minutes later, he came back with his wife and completely changed the story, claiming I approached him first. While we were arguing, a local man called people from the area and suddenly 20-25 people gathered around us. Things escalated quickly - my sister was physically pushed, my brothers were beaten, slapped and attacked, and when I tried stopping them, even I got pushed and hit. Elderly women from the crowd started slapping me too. Stones were thrown at us and huge rocks shattered our car's front glass completely. We were just 5-6 people against an entire mob. When we called the police expecting help, they immediately started yelling at us to sit in the police van without even hearing our side. Later we found out the local man involved was apparently known to the police. At the station, instead of taking the harassment and assault seriously, we were mocked, interrupted, yelled at, and treated like criminals. One officer kept staring at my chest while I was trying to explain what happened, and one of my friends was even slapped by a cop for speaking against the local man they were favouring. By the end of it, we were so traumatised, exhausted and emotionally drained that we gave up on filing the complaint altogether. So the question is - is this how safe women are in Mumbai? If girls can get verbally/ sexually harassed, physically attacked, and then mocked at police stations too, who are common people supposed to go for help?

COPWATCH INDIA

43,392 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

🙏🇺🇸🙏 Three days. No rest. No relief. Just survival. In 1969, Vietnam pushed John G. Gertsch beyond anything the human body is meant to endure. The battle did not end in hours. It dragged on. Day into night. Night back into day. Constant fire. Constant pressure. No escape from it. He was hit. Once. Then again. And again. Three wounds. Each one enough to take a man out of the fight. But he stayed. Because his men were still out there. Eight soldiers. Wounded. Trapped. He moved through the battlefield again and again, pulling them out of danger. Every rescue meant stepping into open fire. Every step meant risking everything he had left. But he did not stop. Eight lives saved. Eight men who would see another day. And still, the fight was not over. Enemy forces kept advancing. Strong. Relentless. Gertsch turned from rescue to defense. Despite his injuries, he held his ground and fought back, stopping wave after wave. Thirty enemy fighters. Stopped. Silenced. But the cost kept rising. His body was breaking. Blood loss. Exhaustion. Pain beyond measure. Still, he refused to fall. Until finally... He could not stand anymore. He was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously. A recognition of a fight that went far beyond duty. A stand that lasted until his last breath. Yet even after such sacrifice, many families carrying multiple losses have faced gaps in support. Counseling. Understanding. Systems that do not always match the weight of what they endure. John G. Gertsch did not quit. Not after one wound. Not after two. Not even after three. Because sometimes... Courage means staying in the fight... Even when your body is already gone 🙏🇺🇸🙏

🙏🇺🇸🙏 Three days. No rest. No relief. Just survival. In 1969, Vietnam pushed John G. Gertsch beyond anything the human body is meant to endure. The battle did not end in hours. It dragged on. Day into night. Night back into day. Constant fire. Constant pressure. No escape from it. He was hit. Once. Then again. And again. Three wounds. Each one enough to take a man out of the fight. But he stayed. Because his men were still out there. Eight soldiers. Wounded. Trapped. He moved through the battlefield again and again, pulling them out of danger. Every rescue meant stepping into open fire. Every step meant risking everything he had left. But he did not stop. Eight lives saved. Eight men who would see another day. And still, the fight was not over. Enemy forces kept advancing. Strong. Relentless. Gertsch turned from rescue to defense. Despite his injuries, he held his ground and fought back, stopping wave after wave. Thirty enemy fighters. Stopped. Silenced. But the cost kept rising. His body was breaking. Blood loss. Exhaustion. Pain beyond measure. Still, he refused to fall. Until finally... He could not stand anymore. He was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously. A recognition of a fight that went far beyond duty. A stand that lasted until his last breath. Yet even after such sacrifice, many families carrying multiple losses have faced gaps in support. Counseling. Understanding. Systems that do not always match the weight of what they endure. John G. Gertsch did not quit. Not after one wound. Not after two. Not even after three. Because sometimes... Courage means staying in the fight... Even when your body is already gone 🙏🇺🇸🙏

G-PA INDY

351,285 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

I have said this before. And many of you are not gasping this as i see questions about Iran all the time in FB comments. This is where war strategies like “ The Art of War,” comes into play. 💥💥💥 When the FAKE NEWS or Trump’s administration talks about Iran, they are referring to Israel. Israel has owned Iran since 1979. 🤮🤮🤮 🌎WORLDWIDE MILITARY OPERATION 🌎 Started back in 1861 with Lincoln, then 1961 with JFK and then 2016 - to CURRENT 2026 with TRUMP (actor) aka PATTON Jr a 5 star General in the Military. If Trump had not WON in 2016, we would ALL be slaves with zero freedom to the Fake Israel. Living in FEMA camps. Remember those black plastic grave bins⁉️⁉️⁉️ Yeah, those were meant for us humans. By Trump WINNING HUGE in 2016, the Cabal knew they lost their power forever. #ifykyk 🍿🍿🍿 The Cabal puppets rigged the election in 2016 with ISRAELS help, but they did NOT RIG it HIGH enough. They made sure to RIG it even HIGHER in 2020 (everything done 2x). The military was watching and they knew in real time that the elections were stolen. That is why 98% of government and news hate him, because the military / PATTON aka TRUMP has all the receipts. #ifykyk #FAFO 🔥🔥🔥 T - True R - Republic U - Under M - Military P - Power During Lincoln’s Presidency, he along with several generals created a ghost military called Space Force Q. Top secret. This shows you just how massive this operation has been ALL around the entire world. Legacies after legacies, being investigated, tribunas, and then dismantling all their networks, all around the world, going down pipeline to the low level, which are people in our communities. All of the President’s since JFK & except Trump were all controlled puppets to their master Israel / Netanyahu + CIA. All the trafficking and crimes we hear about in our research down the rabbit holes, it all started in Israel as the HUB.. Netanyahu WAS an evil man and has been executed. Ask yourself why so many people have dual citizenship to Israel⁉️⁉️⁉️ Remember JFK’s famous vow to “Splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces and scatter it to the winds.” And then, JFK Jr said he plans to finish with his dad starte‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥🐸❤️🤍💙 So much disclosure since 2016. It’s definitely picking up speed right now. And when it hits, it’s gonna feel like a hurrican!!!! Get ready!!! We do NOT know when so dont ask me (and watch there will be several who do). 💥💥💥IRAN Is ISRAEL💥💥💥 💥💥💥ISRAEL MIDDLE EAST - FAKE ‼️‼️‼️ Saving Israel for last ‼️‼️‼️ 🇺🇸AMERICA is the PROMISE LAND. 🇺🇸🇺🇸 ✝️ISRAEL - IS REAL withus. WE ARE ISRAEL. ✝️ISRAEL is a person not a place. Lately, lots of comments surficing about Epstein. Review what I said above. Learn to connect dots. It should be quite obvious by now. The first arrest of the Epstein files will bring down the whole Cabal elite network all around the world. It’s like playing Jenga the game, you pull one bad piece and it all falls down. That is what will happen with Epstein files. And there’s actually worse files then Epstein... Hunter Biden’s laptop, the insurance policy. It’s all connected. This military operation MOVIE does require critical thinking skills, problem-solving skills and common sense. So if you struggle in that area, you will find this hard. And thats okay. Stay fo learn, and just know we have been lied to about everything for over 160 years. So we’re all gonna have to relearn together. Ps. Sorry for the long post, but I hope this helps those who are confused. Have questions, post in comments ‼️‼️Saving Israel/IRAN for last ‼️‼️ Jenn Whitney 🐸 ((If you copy and paste my post please give me credit. I spent a lot of time connecting dots. Appreciate the support of hitting the share button)). Thank you!!! 🐸 ❤️🤍💙🐸🍿🍿🍿🐸❤️🤍💙🐸🌎🌎

I have said this before. And many of you are not gasping this as i see questions about Iran all the time in FB comments. This is where war strategies like “ The Art of War,” comes into play. 💥💥💥 When the FAKE NEWS or Trump’s administration talks about Iran, they are referring to Israel. Israel has owned Iran since 1979. 🤮🤮🤮 🌎WORLDWIDE MILITARY OPERATION 🌎 Started back in 1861 with Lincoln, then 1961 with JFK and then 2016 - to CURRENT 2026 with TRUMP (actor) aka PATTON Jr a 5 star General in the Military. If Trump had not WON in 2016, we would ALL be slaves with zero freedom to the Fake Israel. Living in FEMA camps. Remember those black plastic grave bins⁉️⁉️⁉️ Yeah, those were meant for us humans. By Trump WINNING HUGE in 2016, the Cabal knew they lost their power forever. #ifykyk 🍿🍿🍿 The Cabal puppets rigged the election in 2016 with ISRAELS help, but they did NOT RIG it HIGH enough. They made sure to RIG it even HIGHER in 2020 (everything done 2x). The military was watching and they knew in real time that the elections were stolen. That is why 98% of government and news hate him, because the military / PATTON aka TRUMP has all the receipts. #ifykyk #FAFO 🔥🔥🔥 T - True R - Republic U - Under M - Military P - Power During Lincoln’s Presidency, he along with several generals created a ghost military called Space Force Q. Top secret. This shows you just how massive this operation has been ALL around the entire world. Legacies after legacies, being investigated, tribunas, and then dismantling all their networks, all around the world, going down pipeline to the low level, which are people in our communities. All of the President’s since JFK & except Trump were all controlled puppets to their master Israel / Netanyahu + CIA. All the trafficking and crimes we hear about in our research down the rabbit holes, it all started in Israel as the HUB.. Netanyahu WAS an evil man and has been executed. Ask yourself why so many people have dual citizenship to Israel⁉️⁉️⁉️ Remember JFK’s famous vow to “Splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces and scatter it to the winds.” And then, JFK Jr said he plans to finish with his dad starte‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥🐸❤️🤍💙 So much disclosure since 2016. It’s definitely picking up speed right now. And when it hits, it’s gonna feel like a hurrican!!!! Get ready!!! We do NOT know when so dont ask me (and watch there will be several who do). 💥💥💥IRAN Is ISRAEL💥💥💥 💥💥💥ISRAEL MIDDLE EAST - FAKE ‼️‼️‼️ Saving Israel for last ‼️‼️‼️ 🇺🇸AMERICA is the PROMISE LAND. 🇺🇸🇺🇸 ✝️ISRAEL - IS REAL withus. WE ARE ISRAEL. ✝️ISRAEL is a person not a place. Lately, lots of comments surficing about Epstein. Review what I said above. Learn to connect dots. It should be quite obvious by now. The first arrest of the Epstein files will bring down the whole Cabal elite network all around the world. It’s like playing Jenga the game, you pull one bad piece and it all falls down. That is what will happen with Epstein files. And there’s actually worse files then Epstein... Hunter Biden’s laptop, the insurance policy. It’s all connected. This military operation MOVIE does require critical thinking skills, problem-solving skills and common sense. So if you struggle in that area, you will find this hard. And thats okay. Stay fo learn, and just know we have been lied to about everything for over 160 years. So we’re all gonna have to relearn together. Ps. Sorry for the long post, but I hope this helps those who are confused. Have questions, post in comments ‼️‼️Saving Israel/IRAN for last ‼️‼️ Jenn Whitney 🐸 ((If you copy and paste my post please give me credit. I spent a lot of time connecting dots. Appreciate the support of hitting the share button)). Thank you!!! 🐸 ❤️🤍💙🐸🍿🍿🍿🐸❤️🤍💙🐸🌎🌎

Jenn Whitney

53,708 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

Didn't Pokimane JUST complain about how "muh sexism" because no female streamers are on the level of IShowSpeed? Meanwhile Speed gets MOBBED, chased, and followed, ALL THE TIME. Everywhere he goes requiring a team security detail. Literally people following him ALL stream. Meanwhile we have 3 of the most popular female streamers in the world co-streaming together IRL, 5 deep, and 1 5ft5 140lb socially awkward/creepy guy follows them and it's the end of the world? Then they want to drag this kid and get the police involved (when there's clear evidence they escalated the situation). To be clear, I am NOT excusing the guys behavior. Stuff like this should not happen, but it does. I also wish crime didn't exist, and war didn't exist, and everything was all kumbaya and cupcakes. But until that point, we need to live in reality and not fairytale land. This is why famous people have executive protection. These women are on that level where they need it. I don't know if these girls have management or a team, but it's a TOTAL failing on everyone involved they were not advised at all on risk mitigation. These girls are RICH, and make multi-millions a year. Hire AT LEAST 1 armed guard when you are IRL streaming. 2 is better. Also get a personal CCW.

Didn't Pokimane JUST complain about how "muh sexism" because no female streamers are on the level of IShowSpeed? Meanwhile Speed gets MOBBED, chased, and followed, ALL THE TIME. Everywhere he goes requiring a team security detail. Literally people following him ALL stream. Meanwhile we have 3 of the most popular female streamers in the world co-streaming together IRL, 5 deep, and 1 5ft5 140lb socially awkward/creepy guy follows them and it's the end of the world? Then they want to drag this kid and get the police involved (when there's clear evidence they escalated the situation). To be clear, I am NOT excusing the guys behavior. Stuff like this should not happen, but it does. I also wish crime didn't exist, and war didn't exist, and everything was all kumbaya and cupcakes. But until that point, we need to live in reality and not fairytale land. This is why famous people have executive protection. These women are on that level where they need it. I don't know if these girls have management or a team, but it's a TOTAL failing on everyone involved they were not advised at all on risk mitigation. These girls are RICH, and make multi-millions a year. Hire AT LEAST 1 armed guard when you are IRL streaming. 2 is better. Also get a personal CCW.

whatever

295,547 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr